Monday, 9 January 2012

It ain't Fair

Jennospot 50It Ain't Fair

Lot's
o' fings in life ain't fair; 'specially if'n yew're a girl. D'yew know wot I
mean? Loike when some o' the boys in our village (an' Oi ain't talkin' about
the Lions Avenue Lot), don't let girls join in wiv wot they're doin'. Well,
sometimes yew've just gotta put up wiv it, 'cos there ain't nuffink else yew
c'n do. But sometimes, wot's unfair, is that they cheat, an that's jus' plain
nasty. Any'ow, today Oi'm goin' ter tell yew about the start of a cart race,
where not only were us girls left out, but the boys in the gang wot we was
racin' against cheated as well. Cripes, it were enough ter make a girl spit.
This is 'ow Peter told it:

We
went on up The Street towards Hibberd's general store. Four Streeters were
already there, including Arthur and Albert. They had drawn a chalk line across
the width of the road.

We lined our
carts up along the chalk line. The extreme left was the most advantageous
position, but the four Streeters had already positioned themselves on the left.

Roy
saw me getting ready to protest. He shook his head at me. ‘Doesn't matter,’ he
said. ‘It's a long race, with a lot of punting. The start positions aren't that
important. We're going to beat them anyway.’